#kidnapping trigger

“Jare…” You looked down. “Things are different. This isn’t something I can keep doing. This hurts like you wouldn’t believe. I have to be me without you, and that’s not something I ever knew how to do. It’s been us - me and you, Y/N and Jared - for as long as I can remember and now all of a sudden I just feel like that’s not the case anymore. It’s just I, me, Y/N.” Tears stung your eyes as they also welled in Jared’s. 

“What do you need? You can pack up your stuff and come with me back to Vancouver. Whatever you want to do, whatever you have to do to fix things.” Jared rambled on, offering any and every suggestion he could think of, but you just shook your head. 

“That’s not going to solve anything, Jared. The problem is - is that I loved you. Loved. Past tense. We’re not the same people we were a year ago, six months ago even. Things have changed, and as much as I hate to admit it, we’ve changed. This is it. My things are packed in the bedroom already. I’m going home. Home, home.” You stood up and started to turn, but Jared reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you back to him. His arms wrapped around you and crushed you against his chest. 

“Please.” He cried into your hair. Your sobs were muffled by his shirt, your heart was breaking, but your mind was already made up. You had to leave.

“Just know that you’re always going to be my… everything, Jared. I just can’t love you anymore. Not like this.” You looked into his glossy hazel eyes and pulled yourself out of his grip, spinning and heading to grab your bags. You had a car waiting outside to take you to the airport.

You didn’t make it home that day. You didn’t even make it to the airport. The driver of your taxi took you right past the airport, whipped the car onto a dirt road a few miles away, and you spent the next six years staring at the walls of a locked closet. Your hands were bound by ropes, your feet shackled to the floor. You grew weaker by the day, bones becoming frail and skin turning ashen in color. 

One day, when your captor told you he was going out, and to be good until he returned, you mustered enough strength to slam your shoulder into the closet door. By the time you broke free, your collarbone was practically shattered, but you’d made it. You scrambled for the phone and dialed the only number you knew by heart - Jared’s. The loud ringing hurt your ears, having only heard the same voice for countless days. 

“Hello?” A woman’s voice came through the receiver. 

“Is - I’m looking for Jared.” Your voice was shaky, uncertain.

“Oh, he’s working out right now. Sorry about that.” She chirped. “I can have him call you back later.”

“No, it’s an emergency.” You shook your head, clamping your eyes shut. “I need Jared, now.” Shuffling came through the other end of the line, then your heard a muffled call of Jared’s name. 

“Who is it, baby?” A deep voice joined the shrill one you’d never heard before.

“Jared!” You cried out. 

“Y/N?” His eyes grew wide as he said your name. 

“Jared I - I need your help.” Your eyes shifted frantically around the home you’d never really gotten to see. “Come get me, please. I’m in Austin. I never went home. The driver, he flew past the airport and took me to - to some shack!” You cried. 

“I’m on my way.” 

Jared kicked the door down just shy of twenty minutes later. You were sitting on the kitchen floor with your right hand wrapped around the ball of your left shoulder, tears streaming down your face. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here, I got you.” Jared lifted you under your back and knees, then carried you to a black SUV. A bald man was driving, and there was a petite woman with long, dark hair sitting in the passenger seat. “Y/N, I - there’s someone I want you to meet.” Jared tapped the woman on the shoulder. “This is Geneveive.” The mystery woman turned around as much as she could and smiled kindly at you. 

You forced a smile and gave a short nod. Then your eyes fell to where her hand was resting. Her belly was round like a basketball. Your gaze shifted to Jared, who was smiling at her, paying you no mind. 

“You’re pregnant.” You blurted. She giggled and nodded.

“Yeah, I am. Eight and a half months pregnant, thanks to the giant man sitting next to you.” She rolled her eyes teasingly. 

“Y/N…” Jared sighed. “This is Genevieve. I met her the year after you left. She was a guest star on the show.”

“And now you’re-” you looked at his hand “-married. And you’re gonna be a dad.” You scooted away from Jared and plastered yourself against the car door. 

“Once we get you to the hospital, we can talk, okay?” He reached over and patted your thigh. 

“Please don’t touch me.” You whimpered, eyes closed and teeth gritted together.

Jared pulled back as the bald man, Clif, drove you to the emergency room. You told your doctor not to let anyone in, not even the people who’d brought you. You didn’t want to see them again. You loved Jared. Loved. Past tense.

No… you still loved Jared. 

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“Ngh...” She remembered getting knocked out after her sister had been used as bait, waking up face to face with one of the monster’s little friends and... Gosh, the rest was fuzzy, but she remembered a lot of pain and her...

She couldn’t feel her arm- Did that little fucker really-!?

There was only one response thought to that. She was going to make Hope- or ‘Karakuri,’ or whatever her name was- pay for causing this. That little monster refused to cooperate and leave well enough alone and now she was probably going to die here. But she’d pay, she absolutely would.

Now that she was more awake and rage was hiding the panic and fear in those red-orange eyes of the Ultimate Blood Worker’s; she struggled against her restraints once more, surveying the area and easily catching the scent of her own blood. Sickeningly sweet, just like her sister’s. Yeah, her arm was definitely gone, she couldn’t feel it, but knowing that was somehow making it easier to build up a straight face.

Surely Yukio was already working n a way to find her. The brains would find the brawn soon, she just had to hold out until that happened.

The question was however...